268 To Horace Mann [1742 IX. Here then, O Bath! thy empire ends, Argyll shall, with his Tory friends, Soon better days restore; For Enoch's fate and thine are one, Like him translated, thou art gone Ne'er to be heard of more. Here are three new ballads, and you must take them as a plump part of a long letter. Consider, I am in the barren land of Norfolk, where news grow as slow as anything green; and besides, I am in the house of a fallen minister ! The first song I fancy is Lord Edgcumbe's; at least he had reason to write it. The second I do not think so good as the real story that occasioned it. The last is reckoned vastly the best, and is much admired: I cannot say I see all those beauties in it, nor am charmed with the poetry, which is cried up. I don't find that anybody knows whose it is e. Pulteney is very angry, especially, as he pretends, about his wife, and says, ' it is too much to abuse ladies!' You see, their twenty years' satires come home thick ! He is gone to the Bath in great dudgeon : the day before he went, he went in to the King to ask him to turn out Mr. Hill6 of the Customs, for having opposed him at Heydon. ' Sir,' said the King, ' was it not when you was opposing me ? I won't turn him out: I will part with no more of my friends.' Lord Wilmington was waiting to receive orders accordingly, but the King gave him none. We came hither last Saturday; as we passed through Grosvenor Square, we met Sir Roger Newdigate7 with a vast body of Tories, proceeding to his election at Brentford: we 6 It was -written by Hanbury Williams. Walpole, 6 John Hill, Commissioner of Customs, d. 1753. 7 Fifth Baronet, of Harefield, Middlesex, and Arbury, Warwickshire ; M.P. for Middlesex. He was a high Tory (Horace Walpole calls Tn'-m ' a half-converted Jacobite ')• He was Burgess for the University of Oxford 1760-80, and was the founder of the ' Newdigate' prize for English verse.